No Man’s Land

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During the lulls the wounded called and groaned in No Man’s Land, lingered for as much as a week, and usually died there, and sometimes screamed in their incoherent agony; while above them sounded the joyous songs of birds. The thrushes, especially, twittered wildly each morning, for they were used to the guns.

Leon Woolf

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